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Two Poems by Rachel Cohen burdened body her lips tasted like mint and poison, like sadness and regret like helplessness and feigned strength like hunger and desperation. she walked with a certain stride that told the world i give up I'm in pain I can't do it anymore her curves once luscious and strong were bony to the touch like they could just snap under my touch her legs shook unable to hold up her burdened body the legs that once boasted her beautiful being now, too, looked like they could just snap her eyes revealed her inner turmoil her pain her anger her inability to change but only if you looked close enough and she is dying she is dying she is being killed by self-hatred by sky high expectations by herself she is being killed

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Stray Shot 2017  

Stray Shot 2017